Chapter 1: Summer School Bites

Attending summer school was like having to listen to nails being scratched on a chalk board for five hours straight, it's a pain in the ass, but being a pain in the ass is really what got me here. I'm Percy Jackson and right now I'm learning algebra from the weirdest looking man you have ever seen. Mr. Thomas looks exactly like the nerds that get constantly picked on throughout the entire year. He wore glasses that had a crack in the middle, a green sweater vest, khaki pants, and even a pocket protector! Who in their right minds would even consider such a thing, just knowing that it would send your popularity right down the tubes? But what exactly am I saying? He's a teacher, no one cares. Sitting back at my desk and staring at the ceiling was the only source of amusement I could find in this hell hole. Mr. Thomas talked so slow you would think that the world had been put into slow motion. I could be at camp right now, hanging around with Grover, and best of all I could be with Annabeth. Since she had gone to a school all the way in California I was worried that she would have met some hot Californian body builder. I looked around the room, not even trying to pay attention. I found an old clock and started counting the ticking and tocking of the long hand. 3:28!

"Come on damn it." I muttered under my breath

"Mr. Jackson?" I head Mr. Thomas say. I reluctantly turned my head slowly in his direction.

"Is there something you would like to share with the class?" I looked around at the four other people in the class, most of them sleeping. I was trying to come up with an excuse when all of a sudden the bell rang.

"Yea, bye." I quickly said, bolting out the door. Walking out into the cool air made me feel free and relaxed. The dark clouds in the sky rumbled with anger and a drizzle started to fall. I zipped up my jacket and put my hood over my head. Starting down the abandoned street I noticed something. A Dark figure was standing in the middle of the road. He wore all dark clothes and a large black hood that covered most of his face. I stopped dead in my tracks and stared at him. He just stood there, motionless. I couldn't tell if he was staring at me because his hood draped over his eyes. He started to approach slowly, and a chill ran up my spine. I turned around, but I was still looking at him. His walk turned into a sprint in an instant. I turned myself fully around and found my self on the ground. He appeared right in front of me! How did he get there so fast? I started crawling away but his foot came down hard on my leg. He was so strong I couldn't pull away from him.

"Help!" I screamed as loud as I could. I tried reaching for riptide but with lightning speed he grabbed my arm.

"This will only hurt a little bit." The figure said, removing his hood, revealing his pale face. He opened his mouth slowly, revealing razor sharp fangs.

"What are you…." I whispered. He brought the fangs down hard on my neck. The pain was so intense I blacked out in the cold dark street.